This is a song about "Cross eyes"

Swear they go hard

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Im so sophisticated when i'm cross faded,

Told me, i'll cross seas like theo

She probably had a reason though

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross